"Come to me... The Rob!" The snake head looked directly at Rob, speaking in an almost infantile singsong voice. "You are mine." If I closed my eyes I'd swear I was listening to a four year old.
Malkaz purposefully moved around, its feet tap-tapping on the marble floor. Rob had paled, he was trembling, but his arms dropped from his face and his eyes held the gaze of the snake head.
Rob raised one hand, touching thumb and forefinger to the centre of his forehead. His other hand he held out, pointing at Malkaz.
"I defy you!" he whispered.